Post by Johnny Bacchus on Feb 15, 2022 21:54:15 GMT -5
~*December 13th*~ Moving was always a bitch and a half. Beyond the all-too-common feeling of melancholy which accompanied one's lives in boxes – along with the bittersweet good-byes to the people (gotta keep the terminology gender neutral) he'd spent the past several years cohabitating alongside – he also had to contend with the clunky walking boot encasing his right ankle. This made several flights of stairs difficult to maneuver while carrying furniture. It was therefore fortuitous that Johnny had very few of his own possessions to move from the old "co-op" to his new apartment over in Lake Merritt, and Mae had also chosen to forgo international shipping of anything save a memory chest. The real difficult was moving the new furniture the two had purchased to furnish the place. "I don't know why the fuck you don't hire movers," Fritterz grunted, as he shifted the couch on its axis to fit through the door. "I try to keep things in the family," Johnny responded, careful for the boot to not slip beneath him, "You want the pizza or not?" With a grunt, a roar, and a heave, the couch cleared the portal. As the two placed it on the floor, both gasped for air. "And why," Fritterz heaved, "buy a new couch when we just got you one?" "Let the next guy sleep on it," Johnny said, shaking his head with his hands on his knees as he recovered, "Mae's gonna want a bed. Gotta make her comfortable – that's why we moved out." "Yeah," Fritterz said as he stood up, walking over to Johnny and clasping a hand on his shoulder, "I know. You soft little bitch." They pulled each other in for an embrace, Johnny reaching up to tussle his friend's shaved head. "You better not become a Wife Guy who never does shit anymore," Fritterz mumbled. "Nah man," Johnny reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere." Whaddup, bitches? Most of you know me, so I'm not gonna expend too much breath. Last thing we want is a bunch of heavy petting and a weak fuck, yeah? Jillybean, Dutch, Core-Core, CJ, and the rest of the Muppet Babies in this match... patience is a virtue. You want me to stomp on your dicks with a pump as you say "Yassss Daddie Bacchus I've been bad stomp harder 🥺," well, get ready for another time. But don't worry, in wrestling as in hate fucking, I'll always spit first before going in. And I've had so. much. time. on my hands. Instead, this goes out to Angie-boy and Things 1 & 2. Because I understand that a few months in this business can feel like a year of time when considering the goldfish memories, and I've been deeply disappointed with how few mouths my name has been in, so I understand if you have no idea who I am and why I'm in this match. But Gerry-boi, just look at the cold sweat breaking out on CJ's face, and you should be able to get the gist. Frankly, I'm not quite sure what I'm gonna do in this match. Lord knows I'm unpredictable. I could have Jill screaming "NOT THE FACE". I could get popcorn and leave Carti for dead. All that matters? Stay the fuck out of my way. Because whatever you thought this company was is no longer. Now? Now, this is Toon World, baby. And you're just living in it. Good talk, nice to meet you, and see you Monday! 😘 ~*January 1st*~ It had been a quiet New Year's Eve. The night before, Johnny and Mae had taken BART out to the City to watch the fireworks at Embarcadero and had a few rounds at Terminus before heading home. He wasn't hungover – she always complained when he got too drunk to fuck, and she'd wanted her first holiday of them living together to end with a literal bang. That morning, Johnny had woken up before her and walked to a coffee shop down the street to fetch them Cortados, and that evening, she'd run off to the Rockridge Market Hall to pick up supplies for them to cook dinner. In the meanwhile, Johnny relaxed in his new surroundings – it was nice to start the new year out feeling truly new. Different. Refreshed. The meditation had brought a smile to his face. The TV played an HBO Max documentary about the Theranos scandal, and a PBR sat open and fizzing on the coffee table. The knock didn't bother him – perhaps it was Jenn or Fritterz stopping by to hang out. He was excited to show them the now-furnished space. But it wasn't either of them when he opened the door. It was Ash Blake. And the gun she had leveled at his chest. |
